Sky

I throw on a shirt
your mom got for me
and think of the sky
how lonely it must be...

The sun and moon
they stay for a while
but, ultimately
they must leave

Does it know
on clear days,
with the sun
on my face
it is the most alone?

Or, does the sun
replace
the clouds, moon, stars
and all of space

Is the sun
it's home?

Oh, god,
if only,
if only,
we could know.

Does it cry
on rainy days?

Does humidity
coddle it
in some
sweet way?

If I asked it,
sky...
What would
it say?

I change to a dress
I bought myself
too much money
but, pockets
cotton

it doesn't help

Sunshine
on my face
not a cloud
in sight

The world's on fire
does it know?
sky...
Or, has the sun,
blocked all the tears,
the pain,
down here,
inside...

Might just lay
in this feild
and cry
pray, maybe
at least
the sky's
alright

Wipe my tears
walk home
it's fine

flowers in
my pockets
fucking pockets
full of memories
of better times
when I was yours
and you were mine

Are they real?
or, some sad way
of saying goodbye?

Are you my sun?
Or, are you my night?

I don't know.
I don't remember why .
I hope the sky's alright.
The humidity, may
coddle us both
tonight.